What was wrong this time? I had no clue. With their limited vocabulary of "hi," "nana," "dis," "d'ere," and "wow," I knew I wasn't going to get an answer.
Grumbling to myself, I began to make them a cream cheese and jelly sandwich. The purple and white flag of defeat.
Earlier in the day, instead of doing laundry, catching up on phone calls, or taking a rest during their nap, I cooked the trips dinner. I made something that was new to them, but included some of their proven faves: pasta, cheese, and spinach. The only new element was tomato sauce. But I already knew that the kids like ketchup, so was it really a stretch?